asking questions and discovering how little I know
From the monthly archives:
Friends of mine are often surprised at how little I know about the mechanics of writing. It’s true, however. On the subject of grammar, I’m largely an ignoramus. Years ago, in school, it was one of the subjects I did worst in and I hated, hated, hated it. I have a somewhat lengthy post on [...]
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I have a recurring wish and that is for an editor. Since it’s the Christmas season, I’ll say it’s my Christmas wish. I’d like an editor. That’s what I want – my own personal editor. My definition of editor is someone who goes over what I’ve written, corrects or points out the typos, grammatical mistakes [...]
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Yes, I’m being hyperbolic in my title. Given the choice between rubbish and life I’ll take life every time. But I like what is often considered to be “crap.” There are only two things about it that I object to: excess and exclusivity. I object to the way, when something has some degree of success, [...]
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I’ve been lost in work all day and I’ve just come up for air. In my part of the world the day is as gray and grim as days get so, having lifted my head up from the work I’ve been doing, I am gripped by an indefinable feeling of apprehension. So I made a [...]
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I wrote this, on another of my blogs, about two years ago (which is why it refers to snow). I decided to repost it here because I came across it and it made me laugh. From the radio I’m hearing, Jingle Bells. I’m hearing White Christmas. Oh and there are Carnie and Wendy Wilson singing [...]
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I'm Bill Wren, a writer-editor, social media enthusiast in Fredericton, New Brunswick. And that would be my dog, Molly Bloom, as a logo in the header.
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